Till the edge of the dark forest
And each time overwrought by the mist
Would I return morose but hopeful
Those gloomy recesses had stirred
Within me an unforeseen desire
To venture into the uninviting depths
I had only but myself to overcome
Till finally stung by a grave wrong
I plunged fearlessly into them
Heedless of even the great Medusa
No mere gaze could now turn me to stone
And then at last I beheld them
Those twin pools of gray-green
Seething with gravity yet full of mischief
Dripping with sorrow yet kind and inviting
The most beautiful sight I had ever seen
All my woes suddenly seemed forgotten
I only wished to stare at the misty depths
Even Father Time seemed vanquished
I emerged a converted believer
